Syndicate's perspectives
Strange noises were coming from afar, and the man thought deeply with suspicion. Perhaps the weather had affected the business here, as the busyness found on normal days was absent.
So much so that the noise level created by masses of people seemed more obvious, allowing him to hear a distant sound even though thunder and lightning waged above.
Clatter…Clatter.
Again, the man twitched his ears, annoyed. He didn't deny that he was a little more sensitive than others.
Looking at his subordinates, whose appearances were too deserving of a beating, he didn't want to admit he had trained these men personally.
Well, compared with the rest, they were capable—he admitted this aspect. But that was it; they were too proud and arrogant.
He couldn't help if a person's ambition didn't push them to progress in this profession. The man felt helpless too.